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The Mafia Protocol The Queen’s Trial
The morning after their quiet wedding, Camilla woke to the sound of voices outside the bedroom door.She lay still for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dim light that filtered through the thick curtains. The bed was empty beside her. Riccardo was already gone.Of course he was.Marriage to him didn’t come with breakfast in bed or whispered promises. It came with war councils and cold strategy. And today, Camilla would be introduced to the battlefield.When she stepped into the hallway, Luca was waiting.He gave her a once-over and nodded approvingly. “You clean up well.”Camilla wore a sleek black pantsuit, her hair pulled back in a tight braid. Her posture screamed control—even if she wasn’t sure she felt it.“Where is he?” she asked.“Downstairs. With the inner circle.”Her pulse spiked. She hadn’t met all of them yet—Riccardo’s closest allies, the men and women who held influence in every dark corner of the city. Most of them, she was sure, hated her already.She followed Luca t
Last Updated : 2025-04-19The Mafia Protocol Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried
Camilla didn’t believe in ghosts.Not the kind that drifted through walls or whispered through shadows.But the kind that wore familiar faces and walked back into your life when you were just starting to breathe again?Yeah. She believed in those.It started with a phone call.She found the burner phone in the drawer of her new desk, tucked away beneath stacks of contracts and security logs. It wasn’t hers. And it hadn’t rung in days.But today, it did.Once.Then again.And again.Three rings. No caller ID.She answered it on the fourth, already tense.“…Hello?”The voice on the other end froze her blood.“Still answering strange phones, Ari?”Her chest locked.It had been four years since she’d heard that voice—smooth, mocking, soaked in charm and poison.Elias.She didn’t speak right away. Her pulse thundered in her ears.“I guess you haven’t changed,” he said. “But then again, neither have I.”Her voice came out clipped. “What do you want?”“To see you, of course. Don’t worry—I’m
Last Updated : 2025-04-21The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Whisper
Riccardo knew when Camilla was hiding something.She didn’t flinch. Didn’t stammer. Didn’t give herself away in any obvious way.But her silence stretched longer. Her gaze was too precise. And she held her wine glass like a weapon instead of a comfort.By morning, he’d already dispatched two of his men to scan every CCTV feed from Pier 41, every phone signal in the area, every dock worker who hadn’t clocked in.She hadn’t told him where she’d gone last night—but he knew.She’d gone to face something that wasn’t meant to be faced alone.And that? That infuriated him.Still, when she entered the dining hall, dressed in ivory silk like nothing had happened, he said nothing. Just watched.Camilla met his gaze calmly.“We need to talk,” she said.“I’m listening.”She sat across from him, every movement deliberate.“I need more control.”His brow lifted. “You already have more control than anyone has ever dared ask me for.”“I need access, Riccardo. Not just a seat at your table. I want ful
Last Updated : 2025-04-21The Mafia Protocol Smoke and Mirrors
The moment Alessandro Morretti left the estate, Riccardo knew.Not because anyone told him. Not because Luca reported it. But because the atmosphere had shifted—thickened with a tension he could feel in his bones.He found Camilla standing alone in the east wing gallery, staring at the abstract portrait that had once belonged to his father. The wine in her hand was untouched.“You spoke to him,” Riccardo said quietly.Camilla didn’t turn around. “I had to.”He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “He’s not a guest. He’s a threat.”“I know what he is.”“Do you?” His voice was sharp now. “Because a woman playing queen doesn’t walk into a den of vipers without telling her king.”Camilla turned then, eyes steady. “You don’t own every move I make.”“You’re my wife.”“And I’m not your pawn.”They stared each other down—two firestorms contained in silk and steel.Camilla finally spoke, voice low. “He gave me a card. Said I’d need it when I realized the devil’s palace wasn’t what it seemed.”
Last Updated : 2025-04-22The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Secret
The rain came in slow sheets, pattering against the tall glass windows of the estate like whispers of a warning. It was just past midnight when Camilla received the message.A burner number. One line.Meet me. Or the truth burns.She didn’t need to guess who sent it.Camilla stood at the edge of the conservatory, staring into the dark expanse of the estate’s gardens. Somewhere beyond the hedges, danger lurked. Not in the form of bullets or blades—but in the shape of a man who knew too much.Elias Black.He was back with leverage. And she knew exactly what secret he wanted to wield.Not hers.Riccardo’s.And that made everything more complicated.She left a message for Isadora to monitor the estate’s perimeter but not to interfere. Then she slipped out through the side entrance, dressed in black, her hair coiled into a bun, no heels this time—only soft soles and silence.The meeting place was a quiet chapel ruins on the outskirts of the Romano territory. The kind of place Elias would
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The storm came not with thunder, but with a phone call.Camilla was in the west wing library, going over estate ledgers when Luca burst in—face pale, shirt blood-splattered.“It’s Elias,” he said. “He made his move.”Camilla stood instantly, the ledger forgotten. “What did he do?”Luca’s jaw flexed. “Carlo. One of our shipping lieutenants. Found dead in the docks. Shot twice. Execution style. And there was a message.”Her stomach twisted. “What message?”He handed her a folded piece of paper. She opened it with trembling fingers.“For every door you close, I’ll burn down two.”The handwriting was unmistakable.Elias wasn’t bluffing anymore.He was declaring war.The war room was chaos. Phones buzzed, men shouted, and digital maps of the city lit up with pulsing alerts. Camilla entered with Luca, her calm demeanor belying the storm inside her.Riccardo was already there, standing like a general in the heart of a battlefield.“What’s the fallout?” she asked, bypassing the pleasantries.
Last Updated : 2025-04-23The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Broadcast
Elias had made his move.Now it was time for Camilla to make hers.The morning after the estate breach, the Romano compound was under lockdown. Extra guards patrolled the grounds, surveillance drones hovered above, and the war room operated on a 24-hour cycle.But the real weapon wasn’t steel or bullets.It was information.Camilla stood before the estate’s digital command screen, the flickering lights of newsfeeds and social channels reflecting in her eyes.“We’ve compiled every traceable link to Elias,” Isadora said, handing her a dossier. “Old aliases. Known associates. Shell companies. He’s been careful—but not perfect.”Camilla flipped through the photos and documents. One picture stood out—a surveillance still of Elias exiting a black car in Venice three years ago. His face was mostly obscured, but the distinctive burn scar across his jaw gave him away.“Is this enough?” Camilla asked.Isadora’s smile was razor-sharp. “With the right spin? It’s more than enough.”Riccardo watche
Last Updated : 2025-04-23The Mafia Protocol A Message Written in Blood
The silence was worse than the storm.For forty-eight hours, Elias vanished.No sightings. No communications. No retaliations.The city’s criminal underbelly buzzed with paranoia. The sudden vacuum left by his absence felt unnatural—too quiet, too clean, like the pause before a predator pounced.Camilla didn’t trust it.From the second she opened her eyes that morning, something inside her coiled with unease. The day felt off. The air was too still. Even the guards at the Romano estate walked a little faster, checked corners more carefully.Riccardo noticed it too. He sat in the war room, flanked by Luca and Isadora, his posture rigid as intel streamed in from every contact.“Nothing,” Isadora muttered. “No chatter, no encrypted signals, no dead drops. It’s like he blinked out of existence.”“He didn’t,” Camilla said, pacing near the monitors. “He’s waiting. Watching. Planning something.”Riccardo’s gaze sharpened. “And we’re going to find out what.”By noon, the first sign arrived—wr
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Camilla stared into the darkness long after the Broker’s car disappeared into the night.The cold wind sliced through her jacket, but she barely felt it. Her mind was racing, struggling to process what she had just seen.It couldn’t be him.It shouldn’t be him.But it was.Someone she thought had vanished from her life—someone she never wanted to see again.Her hands trembled slightly as she touched the transmitter hidden under her shirt.“Riccardo,” she whispered, voice tight. “It’s someone I know.”“We’re coming to you,” his voice snapped through the earpiece. “Stay put.”Seconds later, headlights flooded the parking lot. Riccardo’s black SUV screeched to a halt, the door flying open as he jumped out, gun in hand, eyes scanning the empty space around her.He was at her side in an instant, gripping her arms.“Are you hurt?” he demanded.She shook her head numbly.Marco and Luca flanked them, weapons raised, covering the perimeter.But the threat was already gone.“He knew me, Riccard
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Morning came cloaked in a heavy, gray mist that curled along the edges of the Falcone estate. Camilla stood by the tall windows of the bedroom, watching as the sun fought a losing battle against the clouds.It matched her mood perfectly.She hadn’t slept much. Every creak of the old house, every whisper of the wind against the windows, kept her on edge. The anonymous note replayed in her mind again and again.We know your secrets. You can’t hide behind him forever.Someone was targeting her specifically—not just Riccardo. And she needed to figure out who before they made their next move.Behind her, the door creaked open, and Riccardo stepped in, his shirt unbuttoned, his hair still damp from the shower.“They’ll regret putting you on edge,” he said, voice rough from sleep but edged with violence.She turned to face him, arms crossed. “We can’t just react. We need to be smarter than them.”A slow, proud smile curved Riccardo’s mouth. “Already ahead of you, angel.”He crossed the room,
The Mafia Protocol The Gathering Storm
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Camilla stood at the balcony of their penthouse later that night, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. The city stretched out below her like a glittering battlefield, every light a reminder of the war she had just declared. Inside, she could hear the faint murmurs of Riccardo on a call, likely dealing with the inevitable fallout of today’s meeting.For a moment, she allowed herself a breath—a single heartbeat of vulnerability. Then the door behind her clicked open.She didn’t turn, but she felt Riccardo’s presence immediately, electric and magnetic. He didn’t say anything right away, just stood there, watching her.“You made waves today,” he said finally, voice low.“That was the point.”A beat of silence stretched between them. Then he stepped forward, coming to stand beside her. His hand brushed her waist, possessive but steady.“They’ll test you harder now,” Riccardo said. “Mateo, Sabrina, the rest. You challenged their loyalty to me by standing as my equal.”“I didn’t challe
The Mafia Protocol The Queen’s Command
The room was suffocating. It wasn’t the weight of the air or the dim, artificial lighting, but the tension that seemed to wrap around Camilla like a vice. Riccardo had warned her—the game was changing, and now she could feel the shift in the very marrow of her bones.They had moved past small tests and petty challenges. This was no longer about securing a seat at the table—it was about taking the throne. And Camilla was beginning to realize just how dangerous the climb would be.She sat at the head of a long, polished table in the private conference room, surrounded by Riccardo’s inner circle. Seven men and one woman were gathered in the room, each of them watching her with a mix of respect and calculation. It was the same look they had given her during her first meeting, but this time, it was different. She wasn’t just a newcomer anymore. She was a force to be reckoned with.Riccardo stood beside her, his presence towering over the rest. His stoic expression gave nothing away, but Ca
The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Command
The city outside the penthouse window gleamed with cold lights, the shadows long and stretching, like the dark tendrils of the life Camilla was slowly growing accustomed to. Riccardo stood beside her, his presence as heavy as the night air itself. He had remained mostly silent since their conversation earlier, but Camilla could feel the shift in the room—a tension that buzzed like static, threatening to overwhelm them both.She stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the skyline, though her mind was elsewhere. Riccardo’s words still echoed in her head. This world, his world, was now her world too. And the more she learned, the more she saw the fine line between surviving and thriving in it.“You look lost in thought,” Riccardo’s voice broke the silence, sharp and commanding as always. His tone didn’t carry any warmth, but it didn’t need to. In this world, it was the silence that spoke the loudest.“I’m thinking,” Camilla replied, her voice steady, though her insides were a storm of que
The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Dance
The heavy scent of leather and whiskey lingered in the air as Camilla leaned back in the plush chair, her eyes never leaving Dante. His dark presence filled the room like a storm waiting to break. It had been hours since the confrontation with Isadora, but the silence between them was thick with unspoken words.Riccardostood by the window, staring out at the skyline, his expression unreadable. The moonlight bathed his face in a soft, pale glow, highlighting the hard lines of his jaw, the sharp angles of his face. He was a man made of contradictions—unbreakable yet haunted, ruthless yet strangely protective.“I never thought I’d be here,” Camilla said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was steady, but there was a tinge of uncertainty beneath the surface. “I never thought I’d be standing here, in this world… with you.”Dante’s eyes flicked to hers, his gaze sharp and assessing. “And yet, here you are. You’ve come this far, Camilla. Don’t question it now.”She felt a pang in her che
